Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Frank Iero & Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance
Warning: Contains slash, deals strongly with drug use/abuse.
Trying to understand Gerard Way is like trying to understand advanced quantum physics; possible for a super genius, nearly impossible for the average human being. One day Gerard could be your best friend, then the next he's like a Nazi to a Jew. Very strong reference because it actually is a very strong contrast in emotions, especially for the run of merely twenty-four hours.
Of course, he does usually have good reasoning backing up his absurd behaviour, but most of the time it's out of pure instinct. I say instinct because Gerard was pretty much grown up knowing not to trust anyone, and to always watch his back.
Why?
Because Gerard Way was raised from items purchased with drug money. Both his mother and his father were in on the business of drug dealing, and once his father gained death from the show down of a late payment to the main man, Gerard was left being the man around the house.
Where is Gerard, today?
He's in the same house that he grew up in, only he's minus a father, and he's minus a mother (for similar reasons). Gerard's no idiot, though, like you'd imagine him to be. Oh no, after the death of his mother, Gerard moved away from the ghetto of Jersey and into the city where he graduated university with a Chemist's Major.
Of all things, why would Gerard want a Chemist's Major, right? Well, he's now filthy rich, living in a shit hole, making bath tubs filled with extacy for thirty bucks, and selling them for ten bucks a pill.
This is where I come in.
My name is Frank Iero, and I'm a young drug addict. I'm only eighteen years of age, while Gerard is twenty-three. I became addicted when I was just sixteen years old. I was only introduced to the world of 'stronger drugs' when Gerard came back from university to reinhabit his parent's old house. I had been just an amateur, smoking weed every other day.
Now, though, now is a different story all together. You wouldn't know me if you saw me today, I'm completely different from the stoner kid I used to be. You know, my old dred-locks and the light coloured tees and skateboarding shoes. Nah, all of that is old school, to me, now. Sure, I still pick up a guitar every now and then to keep me sane, but I'm far from who I used to be.
And it's Gerard Way's fault.